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Zoro didn’t consider himself a greedy man by nature, but there was something about Sanji that made him constantly want more.
He used to only eat enough to fill his stomach and sate his hunger, but ever since Sanji joined the crew he found himself indulging, eating just to taste his delicious creations. He’d always been a loner, finding a kind of peace in the solitude, but the more time he spent around Sanji, the more of his attention he wanted. He'd been content before with whatever fight came his way, but something about fighting with Sanji, testing his blades against his kicks, had him craving it more and more.
And what he found himself the most greedy for these days was Sanji’s touch.
Ever since they’d first started their tryst, even the gentlest of touches from Sanji only served to make him yearn and desire more. The slightest brush of his hand across his skin sent a heat through him, igniting a want too powerful to ignore.
Even now, Zoro found he couldn’t get enough. He’d cornered Sanji sometime between breakfast clean up and lunch prep, his hands drifting to his waist, up his back, finding a home in his blond locks, taking every touch he could from him.
His lips found Sanji’s easily, his tongue plundering his mouth, taking everything Sanji had like the pirate he was.
Sanji pulled away with a gasp, but Zoro kept going, leaving a trail of kisses on his chin, down his neck, tasting the cook and claiming him as his own.
“What has gotten into you?” Sanji panted, his own hand stroking Zoro’s hair, “Greedy Marimo.”
Zoro pulled away enough to breath the truth of it into his skin, “Only for you.”
Sanji hummed, taking his chin in his and bringing his mouth back to his once more, “If that’s the case, then I’m all yours.”
Zoro grinned as he sealed their lips together once more, taking everything Sanji was giving him, everything that was his.
Zoro wasn’t normally greedy, but for Sanji he wanted everything he had to offer.